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or a modern clockwork (orange)
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The names just sometimes
never match the face.
This beautifully strange little creature
found in my artistic space.
Has a bit of that strange look that
comes from another time and place.
Pieced together from leaves and daisy's
as if they were lace.
This beautifully strange little creature
found in my artistic space.
Photograph of Daisy's and leaves in a lawn chair with the sun casting leaf shadows on the chair. Inverted, mirrored, saturated and a few corrections in the eyes with a couple fish eye filters as well.
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Ice melting on
the sink.
Beautiful water
down
the drink.
Lights create
a radiant glow.
As the ice melts
nice and slow.
Angled and mirrored
for a warped
impression.
Clearly a sight for a
lasting photographic
lesson.
Anything can
make a picture.
Creativity makes
it an artful mixture.
Up or down?,
which way do we go.
Traveling in time and
sometimes space.
How do you want to
leave this place?
Make a decision,
its time to go.
The king of the forest
in all his splendor.
Speaks to the trees
with careful candor.
Warning of the humans
joy in their self pander.
Do not show our magic
to the human bystander.
Says the king of the forest
in all his splendor.
Keep our natural ways
away from that offender.
The king explains to the
saplings whom are
young and tender.
Befriend the fairies for
they are your defenders.
Says the king of the forest
in all his splendor.
Photograph of a large knot in a very large tree. Mirrored, saturated, vignette, and a fisheye filter or two.
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A playing card sized collage.
'8 months' was written under the base photograph referring to the age of child in the photo.
Can you believe this Bee Leaf.
Watching from the seat of my chair.
Can you believe this Bee Leaf.
Just looking back from there.
Can you believe this Bee Leaf.
Seeing it come out of nowhere.
Can you Bee Leaf it?
Deep in the presence of red,
blue calms the soul.
Depths as deep
as the deepest hole.
Filling the room with
calm is the goal.
Peace and calm sinks in,
taking its toll.
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In this tiny little flower
is a most extraordinary power.
It can make you smile,
make you laugh
and it can even
make your stomach sour.
From off the bush within my yard
this delicate plant has become
my artistic firepower.
To help you see
that plants have life
and give life
that is the
Lion Flower's power.
Photograph of the yellow flowers on the bush in my yard. Mirrored and a few fish eye filters added slightly.
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Flying up from beneath the ground.
Messages passed between to spaces.
Captured in this image, an angel I have found.
If your quick, sometimes you can see their faces.
Created from Branch's on the ground, mirrored inverted and HDR filter added
Thank you Galib Emon for letting me use your photo.
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I have never used someone elses photos but this one just jumped out.
Thanks again for letting me use it.
Intricate in every way,
the spider spins its web.
Slowly and beautifully,
the designs work magic.
Lacing around each little detail,
the spider spins its web.
When the eyes catch the first fall light.Many colors come into view.
Do you see them? all the colors, reds and yellows in many a hue.
Dancing in the fall crisp air, dancing everywhere for you.
Brilliant and beautiful all over the place, as we watch in wonder as they fade out of view.
In my mind I see them
lurking in the old world roots.
Looking out from beneath the moss, covered in muck and filth, they seek out souls with there snoots.
The demons climb out one by one, following the branch's out into the world, wearing suits.
Screaming loudly and frighting as they go, scary, nasty, hellish brutes.
Eating souls and haunting the minds, they find there victims and send the leftovers down the chutes.
Angels rush in, in our defense, chasing them back to the darkest of places. Singing and playing there sweet soulful flutes.